Orpheus returns from purchasing all of his supplies. He carried several bags, but he didn't mind. He didn't anticipate needing anything more for the quest, or at least for a long while.
He also had a small bag he kept close of him he had filled with personal items and other such things.
He found himself among a small group of people that again, he knew nothing about. How come he couldn't remember names? Were these people even part of the quest, or did he just find himself some random marketgoers? He thought one looked familiar. He turns to a girl with short black hair and a streak through her hair. He considered being blunt, but decided against mentioning the dragon. He didn't know how the commonfolk would react.
"Weren't you with the other ones, going on the quest? With the prophecy? I can hardly keep anyone straight anymore."